LOGINI watch until she disappears among the trees, taking my heart with her. Only then do I close the door, lock it, and wipe away my tears. I have a role to play now, and lives depend on my performance.
'She's gone,' I tell James through our link, feeling his relief wash over me. 'Elder Stone says she scored 98%,' he sends back, shock colouring his mental voice. I bite back a gasp. No wonder Elder Stone came herself. A true omega with that compatibility score would fetch an astronomical price at auction, or be claimed directly by the Council for their own purposes. I smooth my hair, straighten my blouse, and walk back through the kitchen toward the front of the house. I find James still standing in the doorway, his body blocking the entrance with subtle determination. Beyond him, I see Elder Stone, her silver hair pulled into a severe bun, her burgundy suit impeccable, her amber eyes cold and calculating. "Ah, this must be the mother," Elder Stone says, her voice honey-sweet with an undercurrent of steel. "Beta Blackwood's mate. How lovely to meet you, my dear." I step forward, sliding into the role of surprised but honoured hostess. "Elder Stone, what an unexpected honour. Please, won't you come in?" James throws me a warning glance, but we both know we can't keep her on the doorstep without raising suspicion. He steps aside, allowing the Elder and her two guards, massive males with the hard eyes of enforcers, to enter our home. "I bring wonderful news," Elder Stone says, her gaze sweeping our modest living room with poorly concealed judgment. "Your daughter has broken records with her compatibility assessment. A 98% match to alpha bloodlines, the highest score I've seen in three decades." I force my lips into what I hope passes for a surprised smile. "That's... remarkable." "Indeed. Such a rare genetic treasure must be properly placed. The Council has already received inquiries from several prominent alphas. She'll be the crown jewel of next month's allocation ceremony." Elder Stone's smile doesn't reach her eyes. "Now, where is the girl? I'd like to congratulate her personally." "She was just finishing dinner," James says smoothly. "She must be in her room. Sophia?" he calls, his voice perfectly calibrated to sound normal. "Search the house," Elder Stone orders her guards, her pleasant facade slipping. "Quickly." The two men move with practiced efficiency, one heading upstairs while the other moves toward the back of the house. I feel sweat beading at my hairline but keep my expression neutral, even as I hear them opening doors, pulling back shower curtains, looking under beds. "Is something wrong?" I ask, feigning confusion. Elder Stone's amber eyes fix on me with sudden intensity. "You know exactly what's wrong, don't you, Mrs. Blackwood? You've helped her escape." "I don't know what you're talking about," I reply, but my heart is pounding so hard I'm certain she can hear it. "Elder," one of the guards calls from the kitchen. "Back door was recently opened. There are footprints leading to the woods." Elder Stone's face hardens into a mask of fury. "Do you have any idea what you've done? That girl is Council property, the most valuable omega we've tested in a generation." "She is not property," James says, his voice low and dangerous. "She's our daughter." "Your daughter belongs to the Council," Elder Stone snaps. "Her genetic profile is too valuable to waste on personal sentimentality. Do you know how many packs would benefit from her bloodline? How many strong alpha sons she could bear?" I feel sick at her words, at the casual way she reduces my daughter to a breeding machine. "She belongs to herself," I say, unable to keep the edge from my voice. Elder Stone turns to her guards. "Call for backup. I want search parties in those woods immediately. She can't have gotten far." As one guard speaks rapidly into his radio, I reach out through the farthest limits of my mind link, stretching it to its breaking point, knowing Sophia is probably too far away to hear me clearly, but desperate to try. 'Run, darling girl,' I project into the night. 'The Council isn't going to stop. Your father and I love you so much.' I don't know if she hears me, but I pour all my love, all my hope into that mental message. Elder Stone watches me, her eyes narrowing with understanding. "You're contacting her now, aren't you? Telling her to keep running?" She turns to the guard who isn't on the radio. "Restrain them both. They're now actively interfering with a Council claim." The guard moves forward, pulling zip ties from his belt. James steps in front of me protectively, but we both know there's no point in resisting. This was always how it would end. "James and Lora Blackwood," Elder Stone intones formally, "you are hereby detained on suspicion of interfering with Council Directive 117 and abetting the escape of a claimed omega. The penalty for such actions can include imprisonment, pack expulsion, or execution, depending on the severity of the interference and whether the subject is successfully recovered." The guard binds James's wrists first, my mate not resisting as the plastic bites into his skin. His eyes find mine, and through our bond I feel his fierce pride mingled with fear, not for himself, but for me and for Sophia. 'We gave her a chance,' he tells me silently as the guard moves to bind my wrists next. 'That's all we could do.' 'It has to be enough,' I reply, watching Elder Stone bark orders into her phone, already organising search parties. As the guards lead us toward the door, I take one last look at our home, the family photos on the wall, the worn furniture that holds the imprints of our bodies, the kitchen where we just shared what might be our final meal together. All the physical trappings of our life, soon to be left behind. But what matters most is already gone, racing through the night, carrying our hopes with her. Sophia, my beautiful, brave daughter. Nyx, the wolf who runs with our love protecting her. Run far, run fast, my darling girl. And someday, be free.I stand motionless in the clearing where Sophia’s scent vanished, my fingertips pressed to the rough bark of a pine tree. Twenty-four hours since she disappeared. Twenty-four hours of absence clawing at my insides like a physical wound. The forest around me teems with activity: wolves from my pack setting up a mobile command centre, trackers consulting maps, and communications equipment being assembled. But all I can focus on is the fading trace of honeysuckle and sunshine that lingers here, the last place my mate stood before they took her.‘Need mate,’ Conri growls in my mind, his presence a constant pressure against my consciousness. ‘Find her. Now.’“We’ve analysed the tyre tracks,” Vance says, approaching with James at his side. He still moves with a slight limp, the wolfsbane not entirely flushed from his system. “Three identical sets of Council vehicles, just as we suspected.”James unfolds a map and spreads it against the trunk of a fallen tree. “All three convoy
I was jerked from fitful sleep by the metallic scrape of my cell door opening. Elder Stone stood framed in the doorway, two guards flanking her like obedient dogs. The burgundy of her suit looked almost black in the dim light, like dried blood. My head still pounded from the wolfsbane, and my limbs felt heavy as waterlogged wood. In the back of my mind, Nyx whimpered, her presence faint as a dying ember. “Good morning, my dear,” Elder Stone says, her voice carrying that same false warmth that makes my skin crawl. “Today’s the day we rid you of that pesky bond.” My stomach drops, ice flooding my veins. I scramble backward until my spine hits the concrete wall, chains rattling between my raw wrists. “No,” I manage, my voice cracking from disuse and thirst. “You can’t do this.” ‘Fight,’ Nyx whispers weakly in my mind. ‘Must fight.’ Elder Stone smiles, the expression never reaching her cold amber eyes. “I assure you, we can. And we will.
My claws dig into the wood of my desk, leaving deep gouges in the polished surface. The sun is rising outside my window, mockingly bright after a night of darkness and failure. Twenty hours since Sophia disappeared. Twenty hours of searching every inch of our territory, following cold trails and false leads. Twenty hours of Conri howling in my mind, his rage and grief mirroring my own until I can barely tell where my thoughts end and his begin. My mate is gone, and for the first time in fifty years as Alpha, I feel utterly powerless.“Fuck!” I slam my fist down, splintering the corner of my desk. The pain barely registers through the haze of fury and fear clouding my mind.‘Need mate. Find mate,’ Conri growls, pacing restlessly in my head. His presence feels like sandpaper against my consciousness, raw and abrasive with mounting panic.I glance at the maps spread across what remains of my desk. They are marked with the movements of every search party we sent out through
I lunged forward without thinking. The chains pulled taut as I tried to reach her. The guards stepped in immediately, hands moving to their weapons, but Elder Stone waved them back with casual indifference.“Zane will come for me,” I growl, straining against the chains until blood runs fresh down my wrists. “You have no idea what he’s capable of. What he’ll do when he finds out you’ve taken me.”Elder Stone actually laughed, a musical sound utterly at odds with the cruelty in her eyes. “Zane will think you are dead soon enough, Luna Sophia.” The title dripped with mockery, each syllable carefully weighted to wound. “He’ll rage, he’ll grieve, and then he’ll move on. As all alphas do.”‘She’s wrong,’ Nyx whispers, though doubt colors her mental voice. ‘Conri wouldn‘t forget us. Couldn’t.’“Why?” I demand, sinking back against the wall as my legs finally give out. “Why go through all this trouble? Just because I escaped the first time?”“Because you’re a ninety-eigh
Cold concrete against my cheek. That was the first thing I registered as consciousness filtered back, along with the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. My head throbbed, each pulse sending shards of pain behind my eyes. I tried to move, but my limbs felt weighted and disconnected from my brain’s commands. Wolfsbane. The memory crashed back: the border run, Vance collapsing, the burn of darts in my flank. ‘Nyx?’ I called internally, panic rising when her response came as only the faintest whimper. Her presence flickered like a candle in strong wind. ‘Still here,’ she managed, her voice fainter than I had ever heard it. ‘But barely. Can’t shift. Can’t help.’I forced my eyes open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent light that stabbed into my skull. The room swam slowly into focus: concrete walls, a metal door with a small, barred window, and a thin mattress beneath me.A cell.I was in a fucking cell.With effort that should not have been necessary, I pushed myself upright. My arm
I glance at the clock on my office wall for the third time in fifteen minutes, an unfamiliar sensation gnawing at my gut. Sophia and Vance should have returned by now. The border run shouldn’t have taken more than two hours, and it’s been almost three. James notices my attention drift from our conversation about integration plans for his new role, his own expression mirroring my growing concern. Something isn’t right. I’ve spent too many decades listening to my instincts to ignore them now.“They’re running late,” I say, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. “Vance and Sophia should have been back an hour ago. They were going to come straight here after completing the route.”James straightens, instantly alert. “Could they have extended the run? Maybe Sophia wanted to see more of the territory?”“Vance would have mind-linked me if plans changed,” I reply, already reaching through the pack bond to locate them. The connection to Vance feels strange… muted, like trying to
I can’t remember the last time I laughed this much. Certainly not since my test results came back. Definitely not since being claimed by Zane. Yet here we are, sharing stories over a meal that would make pack chefs weep with envy, and I’ve laughed three times in the past hour. Real la
I move silently through my territory's perimeter, Conri's powerful legs carrying us effortlessly over the rough terrain. The night air brings a symphony of information to my nose, each scent a story, each disturbance in the forest floor a potential threat or opportunity. Three of my border patrol w
I run until my lungs burn and my paws bleed, putting as much distance as possible between myself and the only home I've ever known. Trees blur past me as Nyx pushes our body harder than I knew possible, her instincts stronger than mine in this form. The night air whips through my fur, carrying the
I push the peas around my plate, watching James cut his meat with mechanical precision while Sophia stares at her untouched dinner. We're playing house, the three of us, pretending this is just another family meal when we all know it might be our last. Tomorrow is my daughter's twenty-first birthda







